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			<title>Three's A Crowd</title>
			<description>That look you give me is weak at bestYet each glance feels like you're mining diamonds from my chestMade from all the years of light under pressureFrom situations such as thisI'm not here for your entertainmentNor your latest favorite noveltyI'm not tiptoeing for anyoneAnd certainly ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1872850/</link>
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			<title>Traveler</title>
			<description>Work in progress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1870856/</link>
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			<title>The Siege</title>
			<description>In remembrance of my friend Joshua Tabares</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1870658/</link>
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			<title>I Know</title>
			<description>I tried to tell youI tried, I triedI could have broke it down for youBut would you have listened?When it was me in those shoesI know I didn'tI did my best by youI tried, I triedSo your desire took off and fell to piecesCan't say I'm happy about itYour pain is my painOur lives, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1868527/</link>
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			<title>Hope's Tale</title>
			<description>The Personification of Hope
3/26/07 to present</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1861639/</link>
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			<title>The Inevitable</title>
			<description>Written in Dec 2007 at hospice awaiting the inevitable</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1859519/</link>
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			<title>Smoke</title>
			<description>From Jan. 2004</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1859499/</link>
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			<title>Friends, Traitors, and All The Rest</title>
			<description>A Song in the tune of f**k you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1843069/</link>
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			<title>Charcoal Melody</title>
			<description>There is a sensation that overtakes me in its wakeSome forlorn lullaby that has been trapped in a box for far too longI air the room with its contentsTake a deep breath inSurround myself with the ease of itIf acceptance is a small a quiet roomIsolation makes it coldPossessing my feet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1838498/</link>
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			<title>He Says</title>
			<description>Accept friend requestHe says,&quot;you're so beautiful.&quot;I say,&quot;Thank you, but beauty fades. I'm waiting for something real.&quot;He says,&quot;I want to meet you. Feel like you're attracted to me already.&quot;I laughed out loud,&quot;I'm open minded, but I don't even know you in the slightest.&quot;He says,&quot;I need more friends ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1836622/</link>
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			<title>Honestly</title>
			<description>I call to mind this vision of youIt wasn't all in my headAnd that's the first time I knewLaying there I felt the burden on your chestDon't say it was nothingClosed your eyes under the weight of itLips lightly pressed like just before confessions of the holyI never believed it was r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1835365/</link>
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			<title>The Boundary </title>
			<description>An excerpt from my would be novel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1834900/</link>
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			<title>Story Time In The Land Of Good and Evil</title>
			<description>Free form writings
work in progress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1834196/</link>
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			<title>Write the words</title>
			<description>Let me remember thisWrite the words to recallWe take our seats amoung the pious Heads bowed in humble respectBut my lips splayed in the softest smileThis is my heavenPreparing for your rocket to the moon.We didn't know it would crash and burn All these efforts lostPushing people ba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1832380/</link>
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			<title>Ethereal</title>
			<description>A dream within a dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1830155/</link>
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			<title>Phantom</title>
			<description>I wish that there was some combination of verbs and nounsTo describe the way your soul feels against mineSome inflection, some sound, or symbol of sortsFor once the words fail meIt's almost as if I imagined the whole thingA figment of phantom in life and dreamsBut see I woke with the d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1821045/</link>
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			<title>As Alway, As Ever</title>
			<description>I have looked for you in every lover I have ever takenand I find myselfcrushedbeyond all reasonwhen they are notyouIn the secret placebetween what is thoughtand saidI amhaunted by the ghost of youNot the versionI possessedBut the soul I knew&amp;nbsp; You could becomeEven nowyou are not the you for whic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1738543/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Longing for home</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1720981/</link>
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			<title>The Dellusion</title>
			<description>When I first brought your eyes to mine&amp;nbsp;The physical space between our bodies became amplifiedYou couldn't help but run your fingers through my hairYou imprinted me there, deep.A simple gesture you snuck when I looked awayRan through me, igniting this insatiable flame.There can&amp;nbsp;never be eno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370117/</link>
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			<title>Never Enough</title>
			<description>If I had one wishIt'd be to wake up every morning with your skin against mine.So close our heart beats keeping one time.I'll keep trying,But you're dying.Misery has it's hold&amp;nbsp;on you.You're drowning.Blinded, Slipping into nothingness,Let me show you, I say.But I can only meet you half way.Yours ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370112/</link>
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			<title>Point Blank</title>
			<description>Choke hold, muscle, stone.There, not&amp;nbsp;only in essence, but also in form.Once a comfort, now&amp;nbsp;the trigger of a blow I've become accustomed to.Still now, it lingers on the edges of what once was and will be.A haunting inflicting, not fear, but mourning.I feel it rise in my chest, overtaking lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370105/</link>
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			<title>Rider</title>
			<description>They chase for money, or treasured possession.Not hearing protest or logical reason.Look over to take in your smile.Soak it in another mile.We ride.From acquaintance&amp;Acirc;&amp;nbsp;to caller.From pursued to protectors.We run the streets.Felt nearly&amp;nbsp;complete.I chalk it up to wishful thinking.Demons..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370103/</link>
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			<title>{Junkie Love}</title>
			<description>I entered the trailer,Found you sitting on the floor,Laid low, smaller, sunken.I felt relieved in spite of it all.Just to see your face...At least until you put the needle in place.I cried out; You froze.Sickness ripped through my bones,As it seeped into your veins.I can't even explain the rage.All ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370101/</link>
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			<title>Murderface</title>
			<description>Caught in a flash flood,&amp;nbsp;It washes over me.&amp;nbsp;I peel it off in return.&amp;nbsp;Hold it away,&amp;nbsp;Pinched between fingers,&amp;nbsp;Careful not to soak it in.&amp;nbsp;{Register, Rebuke, Repeat}&amp;nbsp;Never promised anything,&amp;nbsp;'Cept half-hearted insights,&amp;nbsp;And maybe boring expectations.&amp;nbsp;Pul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370100/</link>
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			<title>Burn</title>
			<description>I feel it.&amp;nbsp;Starting small, in the pit of my stomach.&amp;nbsp;Rising, taking refuge in my chest.I'll stoke it, into being, flames licking what's left.&amp;nbsp;I hope it burns.Dark smuges, charing in it's wake.Concentrate,Blacking out the lines, ache.&amp;nbsp;I want it.Like passion, behind the screams of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370098/</link>
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			<title>Press</title>
			<description>I have this vision of time recently spentWith&amp;nbsp;your skin covering mine.Sensation pressed into pill.Though we touch, never reaching our fill.I just want to be this close to you.A comfort I have long denied myself.I feel it &amp;amp; make it real.Our skin vibrating, and yet, still.For the moment, In t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370095/</link>
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			<title>I Know This Much Is True...</title>
			<description>When I was a teenager,&amp;nbsp;On my way&amp;nbsp;out the door to some party or concert,My mother would say to me,&quot;Make good decisions.&quot;And so I did, to the best of my ability while staying true to myself.I may not have always chosen the most moral path.I may not have done what everyone else wanted of me.B..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370088/</link>
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			<title>Willing Submission</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Devil's ruin,Desolate waltz,The second incision yeilding a permanent stream.These days were cruel: These days were blind.Dedication to the darkest of these:Building up an unmarked crown{How forgiving the deepest bowing naive}The whispered seed: Insatiable, decieved.The final blow: disappoint m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370085/</link>
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			<title>Ghost</title>
			<description>I dreamt of you last nightFor no reason at allI wish...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370070/</link>
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			<title>Insatiable</title>
			<description>I am pulledAs you climb into my bedMy eyes still heavy from sleepYour hair wet from your morning shower&amp;nbsp;You hold on to meSearching for remainsOf last night's devotionOf so many nights before&amp;nbsp;It is hereHiding beneath the surface of a wet dream.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeWhateverMay/1370053/</link>
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